Ben Peach — a fishy ditty

(Sung at the 1929 Edinburgh Geologists Annual Dinner)

D’ye ken Ben Peach with his shoulders broad
His dimpled cheeks and his smiling nod
D’ye ken Ben Peach with his reel and his rod
As he starts for the loch in the morning.

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For the whirr of his reel brought the fishes from their bed
And the swish of his line high over his head
As they hurried up in shoals to be all struck dead
By a wave of his wand in the morning.

Yes, I ken Ben Peach and Jock Scott too
The mallard wing and the black Zulu
You should see Ben Peach on Loch Kylesku
With a shark on his line in the morning.

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He lived at Durness for many a day
By the big cave of Smoo at Sango Bay
And was once nearly slain in a furious fray
With a Frenchman at one in the morning.

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He hunted for old crabs in the Cave of Smoo
And for beasties long hidden from the public view
Though pickled well in lime all too hard to stew
For his breakfast the following morning.

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He tried camp life on wild Ben More
But the skies shed tears in a solid steady pour
So he curled up on the floor, and gave a solemn snore
Till seventeen o'clock in the morning.

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And at last he landed many a degree
Both an F.R.S. and an LL.D.,
So here’s to the memory of B.N.P.,
And the things that he caught in the morning.

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